by Pace INK-U-SCRIPT |
T~hirty-two steps through the yellow-green grass led me to you.
H~aving to choose which one; my heart with no doubt chose you.
E~very rose bloomed quite differently, though nothing meretricious like you.
R~ed is known to be the favorite color to man; color blinded; my soul desired you.
O~f all the roses, my senses were captivated and comely to you.
S~ome men may pick more than one rose; but, I only want you.
E~ven mother nature so pulchritudinous can't compare to you.
by Robert Lindley |
art, friendship, meaningful, nature, symbolism, tree, writing,
RETREAT TO HEED OUR HONEST DEEDS
Two old oak trees weathered by winds and rain
with fallen leaves, branches and toughened bark
to shield a core of grandeur, and sustain
the wisdom borne to see the light from dark.
Two noble men aware of twilight time
both face evil world with courage and grace
Love and Nature gifts each, a life sublime
all standing with courage none can erase.
Each rooted within mother earth's great fold
weathering this world's darkest raging storms
images show lives lived regally and bold
tho' existing in weakened earthen forms.
With words of wisdom written in our seeds
we seek retreat to heed our honest deeds.
22nd June, 2018
T.J Grén & Robert Lindley
by Robert Lindley |
art, creation, deep, humanity, inspiration, life, symbolism,
Dark Earth Folds In The Heart's Red Bloom
You and I and all we do
Know not, til our hearts are through
The press of life, what things we be
Root or leaves or shade of tree.
You and I and all we seem
May be but as a drift of dream
In the eyes of One who gave
Self to love and love to save,-
Yea, all the deeds that men have wrought
Mere flower of dream, flame of thought,
Break of waves on a drear shore,
Scent of the wild rose on the moor.
Yet we have seen, and hold it sure,
That out of shame come forth the pure;
Dark earth folds in the heart's red bloom;
In vain, we build the soul a tomb.
1976 or 77 ?
by Charlie Smith |
angel, prayer, spiritual,
As we worship, bring the silence
in gracious peace ring down the day.
Stay the light that's stained with violence,
deliver calm, pass ill storms away.
Send to us your guileless servant,
pure of faith and stainless heart.
Confer to him a truce so verdant
with joyous love and hope impart.
Stand guard against faults that rage
and spare less fortune from the cold.
Lift these hearts, fallen, fled with age
and never loose us from your hold.
Share with us your saving Grace
with harmony that men embrace.
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by James Burns |
dedication, devotion, faith, girlfriend-boyfriend, happiness, husband, love, passion, romance, wifeday, me,
The Luckiest Man
I have found that not everyone is as strong
As the skies are wide and the days are long
But in life I have found there is this one
Whose bounty makes me feel as warm as the sun
And from the moment that she first caught my eye
I knew I’d be with her til’ the day that I die
That I would love and cherish her all the day through
And do all those little things we men are supposed to do
And spend my days lost in utter bliss
That I had this beautiful woman to kiss
And there’s one true fact ‘bout her being my girl
That makes me the luckiest man in the world
by Carolyn Devonshire |
I waited for a man with no cards up his sleeve
one who dated with sincerity
searching for a beau to cast a royal flush
I seek only to complete his life
I've encountered many Jacks
players lacking good intent
yet these men had found their matches
they had more in common with the Queen of Diamonds
I need no wealth or fame
professions of love would be enough
it is a game I cannot win
a Queen of Hearts, I lie unnoticed
having slipped to the floor
will anyone miss my presence
or is the deck stacked against me
*Entry for Paula's "Pick a Card, Any Card" contest
by Tonytocaa Camacho |
courage, discrimination, freedom,
Giving us life
Giving us hope
We were free
Of that kind of
Many of us
To our knees
Even as you
Lay in my arms
While our church
Whispering to me
Be free my love
Lesser men would
Have gone mad
But not I
I would not
That kind of
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by Melissa Schwartz |
introspection, lost love, love,
Where was I
when repo men invaded,
boxed me up within his cool heart
fragrant in its distaste of warmer climates?
climates governed by love.
(Daydreaming of knights, that's where.)
Now I have only so much patience remaining
for this slapstick brain-
a nasty reminder, the heckler of my heart,
what spews sensibility
when I simply yearn to err.
And I scarcely have time to mourn
his devil's smile
leaving southward in moving vans
transporting my pieces
(all the valid ones)
as I sit numbed,
next to climbing ivy poisoned by my disbelief,
by elizabeth wesley |
love, memory, memory,
I shall live in your legend to make
A new spirit now wholly begotten;
For in death, your memory will not forsake
Those words in my soul that are not forgotten.
Your face glows immortal in my heart to save
Even me, for I go too where all must die;
When I would sleep alone in a silent grave
With my love entombed, there you lie.
Your memory will be my triumphant verse
Which my mind has not created yet to read;
And a voice will sing of you to rehearse
Words of praise when the world must heed.
In me you live by the touch of my pen
And I breathe in you through the mouths of men.
by Keith Trestrail |
Nigh are the chronicles through infant lens
that slowly fill its voluminous page;
and behold, all the world to its far ends
shall in time be your playground and your stage.
But for now we wait in last days careworn
a labour of love and new breath of life;
on this augur I'll welcome my firstborn
when in my keep I hold my son and wife!
Gift him the arts and mercies of good men,
make heard his voice over the bark of most
and not want for love or false praise ask - then
my boy, my son, I'll have no prouder boast.
To my unborn child for the longest while
this be the first step in the longest mile.
by Robert Ronnow |
bird, humor, insect, love, men, poetry, wine,
In the debate between accessible and difficult poems
Poets' poems and poems for people
Only the single poem and private reader matter
Both kinds and anything between can matter or not
Solid or made of air, a vase or heavy clay ashtray
One word repeated or many like a lei
An acquired taste, like wine, and like wine
Not sustenance, yet men die with their miseries
Uncut without it, news and mere matter
I advise everyone to keep a personal anthology of poems that matter
Or not. Perhaps it should be novels. Stones, insect wings,
Feathers, Birds you've seen, People loved.
by michael tor |
joy, love, sad, satire, sorrow,
The Las Vegas shootings were Horrific.
The people running as the rapid fire was
sounding off in the background!
The wild fires in California, fifteen people
dead, and it is not controlled yet!
Hurricanes Maria, Irma, Jose, southern
coast is devastated, Puerto Rico is in need
Pizza Gate Pedophile rings in America!
Players kneeling and disrespecting our flag
for which Men and Women have sacrificed
their lives for.
Enough is Enough!
You will Not Steal My Joy, I reach for the remote
and turn off the "Joy Stealer" the TV!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Michael Tor Inspired by Andrea Dietrich
by Barbara Gorelick |
on writing and words
The Poet's Pen
Eternity awaits the poet's pen,
His essence sealed in golden words;
A message from the hearts of men.....
Life's pictures now, and then,
Days kept forever on his slate.
Eternity awaits the poet's pen....
Capturing the song of winter wrens,
And the wind on velvet branches.
A message from the hearts of men.....
The flowers in the shaded glen;
The fawn nestled in her bower.
Eternity awaits the poet's pen....
The stars abundance is his ken.
The moon's love of evening tide,
A message from the hearts of men...
Death will come yet once again,
To furl his banner of mortality.
But Eternity awaits the poet's pen,
A message from the hearts of men....
by Monia Kurtz |
cancer, death, i love you, loss, love hurts, meaningful,
Your soul was being attacked
Meanwhile mine carried bags
Of sorrow, devastation and guilt
For I knew your little body couldn’t handle this
This cancer that sprung up out of nowhere when you were two
But you got your army men and went to work
How strong your little heart was
Bigger than any of those little army men
Nevertheless, your little body didn’t fight forever
How could it?
So I sat you on my lap and told you that it was okay
You died that day.
Every chance I get I say screw Cancer
Fot taking the most precious boy I’d ever laid eyes on.
by Rico Leffanta |
In the Catholic Schools of the West
All students are put to a test
Their head must go South
With an open mouth
To measure who comes off the best
A priest is never too fickle
An Adam's Apple to tickle
No need to repent
Its all Heaven-sent
The meek love sucking a pickle
Virile men should become a priest
So many are needed back East
Beneath every frock
Likes a ticking clock
Hungry mouths in need of a feast
The Bible predicts that a beast
Will plunder the Great and the Least
So you can do more
To even the score
When you serve this world as a priest!
by charles messina |
When I close my eyes...and I see the night
Sometimes things...appear so bright
Smiling cheeks...and happy faces
Sunshine ~ Beautiful places
Ocean waves ~ Blowing willows
Babies snuggled in their pillows
Old men rowing in their boats
Youngsters passing, love you...notes
Happy women in sweet perfume
Chipmunks playing in the sun
Children running...having fun
When I open my eyes...and I see the day
Sometimes things...don't look that way
So let me close my eyes...tonight
And all I see, I'll see...just right
by Panagiota Romios |
character, daughter, dedication,
M-is for Motivated, that really is you.
A-is for Aliveness, all the year through.
R-is for religion,you are a lover of God"
and shows in all that you do.
I-is for Integrity, that honest spark,
that makes you,you.
A-is for the Alacrity'with which you get
E-is for Endurance in work, home and
L-is for Love, which in reality, your
name should be.
E-is for Eager at each task at hand.
N-is for National, a woman proud uniquely
proud of this land.
A-is for Attractive, your skin, eyes and body,
that set men reeling.
July 27, 2019
by Flippant She-Creature |
funny, girlfriend-boyfriend, happiness, health, lost love, love, mother, parody, romance, satire, sorry,
Shall I compare thee to your mother's ****?
Thou aren’t more lovely, but more flatulent.
Rough winds do shake it; and bring on a farce
And all her clothes hath all too short a rent
Sometime too hot-headed of hell doth burn,
And often is the true nature exposed;
And every foul from fowl; my stomach churns,
By reason, or by nature's raging closed.
But thy infernal diet shall ne’er start
Nor gain possession of which now I grasp;
Nor shall we meet again; let’s stay apart,
When in eternal sounds the voice does rasp,
So long as men can breathe or eyes can cry,
So long lives this, and I bid thee goodbye.
by Olusegun Ojo |
All's not about Darfur
I've seen it, eerie winds
Moonlight through our thatch
We kissed round, one *palmie gourd
Kigali was but a miss
Waist-beads - beats to love
Have you heard the talk-drum,
*Fela's horns of brass,
Or the *Aladuras' joy of Alleluia?
My grandmother still walks miles
Just because her forbears did,
And shame on malaria
For the dearth of men
Oh, on Mandela's earth
Of Soyinka's nobel ideas
Africa - a big breast,
the good, the bad, the ugly. . .
all, as sucklings!
*palmie - palm wine
*Fela - Celebrated afrobeat musician
*Aladura - a popular african instituted christian sect noted for heavy prayers
by iolanda Scripca |
life, nostalgia, sad, social
where the seagull dies
stringless origami cries
loneliness of soul
koi fish suffocate
colors fade in Bonsai trees
island in distress
words not understood
shadows grin tricks on rice walls
tsunamis in eyes
geisha of the world
love is lost in illusions
freedom is her dream
men with cold fingers
whither blossom of her spring
in the seagull's grave
origami secrets kept
chicks learn how to fly
by Cona Adams |
faith, god, universe,
God of the universe, God of love,
yearns in sorrow.
Man, created in his own image,
spurns his love,
pushes aside his words.
Even the knell,
conveyed in aquatic tongue,
rests on closed ears.
His ultimate roar becomes a whisper
in the hearts of men: Sin and death
have now been crushed.
He who believes,
may yet be redeemed.
© cfa 11/27/2013
by arthur vaso |
humorous, life, love, romance,
Double oh Sevens
The gamble of dangerous men
Poets who carry guns
To shoot out the hearts
Of unsuspecting ladies
A single word, a bullet
That can wound or kill the love
Of any careless romance
Yet they fall at the feet
Of mystery and sweet words
And later in the evening
Tears flow from ladies of sadness
Left alone among the sheets of love
The Spy, he could save the world
Yet save not one single love
He grew old and alone
His last thought among the living
I die a lover, and never felt love
by craig cornish |
world war ii,
A place where peace should reign, yet terror grows.
A paradise where blood and children lie.
A beach where young boys played and now men die,
with liquid crimson waves that evil sows.
The cliffs now bow and weep and look below,
where from their shoulders cast a deadly tide.
A peaceful nighttime vista now belied
by daylight's bloody battle of the foes.
As dreams replace the din that's all around
and life drips slowly there into the sand,
it's faith and God and love that now surrounds
these ever grateful souls that have been found.
Brave comrades in this fate so proudly stand
to be delivered now where they are bound.
by Stacey Brown |
Selfish pride and bitter feelings,
Tangled up in Satan’s dealings!
Alienation is just simply ruthless,
And will make one feel utterly useless.
When the vulnerable are left alone,
Their grief and anguish will cause them to moan!
Darkness becomes the abandon’s ark;
Fear and torment begins to embark!
The heart that lies within all men,
Needs true forgiveness now and then!
Apologies and gracious surrounding,
Will save a man from a senseless drowning!
Grace and love: Christ is our example,
in each one of us, we have ample!
by Faye Gibson |
Against a browning hill
oak trees' bleeding limbs are stretched;
some drops release to softly fall
some cling to dry encrusted scars.
A few short months and we will walk
beneath the springing trees
marking their swords of thinnest green
stabbing at the stars.
And so, life seasons make their rounds
in nature and in men
the flower wilts, the rose is pruned,
the leaves must fall again.
Everything of lasting worth
contains a seed of loss;
on young love's throbbing circlet
hangs a bitter cross.
We will walk life's lanes together,
cherishing this pain we share
for spring will come tomorrow
and bloom on our despair.
Copyright, November 11, 2014